he who does not sing
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
i still have hope; even after everything.
but
perhaps a fool's hope is worth little today
i remember a time when the rain made me happy and the sun made me glow, a time where the morning rays meant the world was for our taking and a time where night was indistinguishable from day. too much has changed i think;
and yet everything is still the same; exactly as i left it. deceptively still and silent, veiling the pain it has seen. i could go back to yesterday you say, but then the fear of tomorrow would never let me fall asleep again and that i cannot bear.
b asked me yesterday how i could leave it all without looking back even once and i honestly
dont know. it
wasnt something i chose to do out of my good will.i did what i did because as much as it sucked, it was right. and if it never really was mine anyway, was i really letting go of it?
if you gave me a mirror today i could tell u what i see, but would you want to hear it all? would you want to partake in the lies that you choose not to admit and would you be able to look at me the same way again?
and yet i still have hope.
peace out. 6:34 PM